OOM: Population Parameters

[blueshifted]

"I've got the light. Stay next to me. Ready? Go..."That was the last Barney had heard from either Gordon or Alyx in person; when they were split up in the labyrinth. He'd fought tooth and nail to keep alive without a weapon in the rapidly-decaying City 17. Luckily, he still had a jury-rigged radio from the battle earlier, and had called out,

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[smelltheashes]

Maybe He's listening, maybe he's not. Hard to say. There is, however, a group of four gamely willing Resistance fighters waiting when he arrives, edging nervously around the television as Dr. Kleiner's message broadcasts yet again.

[blueshifted]

"Hey!" Barney calls as he steps through the door. "Anybody want to help get some of these civvies to safety and kick some Combine ass?"

[smelltheashes]

"That's what we signed up for, isn't it?" says the shortest of the four, a sharp-nosed little fellow wearing a medic's cross; he looks a bit like Kevin Spacey. "Fred, quit trying to throw up and get moving. We've got work to do."

[blueshifted]

"Well, I dunno," Barney says with a note of his trademark wry grin. "Didn't know if some of you were busy with other things, with, you know."